A Bath

A few weeks ago, I wasn’t feeling too well and I asked my husband to help me in the shower. Instead, he offered to give me a bath! I thought that sounded like a great idea so I agreed. 

He led me into the bathroom where ge filled the tub while I got undressed. He even put baby oil in the water like we do with our daughter! He had me sit in the tub while he rinsed me down and began to wash me. It’s not like I was unable to was myself, there are just times when I really like to give up all control to my husband and this was one of those times.

He struggled with washing my hair because it is so long, but he paid special attention to the rest of my body, especially my breasts. He had me get on all fours so he could wash my private areas and we have one of those detachable shower heads so that felt amazing! I felt very loved having my husband give me a bath.

He had me shave myself because he didn’t feel comfortable and then he helped me out of the bath and dried me off. While I was drying my hair he told me to get back on my hands and knees, so I did. I asked him what he was doing and he told me that he had planned to give me a fleets enema to clean me out on the inside as well. It always surprises me how uncomfortable those fleets enemas can be considering how small they are. I have taken much larger volume enemas (with equal or greater discomfort), but there is only like 8 oz. of fluid in these things.

After I expelled the enema he helped to get me dressed and we spent the rest of the evening snuggled together on the couch. I love it when my husband takes care of me like this.

A Thermometer, A Suppository, An Enema, and a Maintenance Spanking

Tonight I am writing with a very sore bottom, inside and out!  Though tonight was only a maintenance spanking night, it was far from uneventful.

This is extremely embarrassing to share and I can only guess that I am as red as a raspberry right now just thinking about the recent happenings, but here it goes.

The evening began with me asking my husband if he would watch our daughter so I could lay down because I wasn’t feeling well. He agreed and told me that he would come to check on me in a little while. Just as I began to doze off, he walked in the room and asked how I was feeling. My stomach was off and uncomfortable, undoubtedly from another case of *blush* constipation. 

He had me roll over so he could take my temperature, the only way he does it anymore.  It came back normal, 98.2 degrees. I hadn’t shared with my husband that I was constipated, but I gave it away when I asked for a suppository.  I never ask for them because of how much it embarrasses me, but I was uncomfortable and I knew I needed something.  I had already tried coffee and apple juice!  He agreed, got the jar of suppositories, and slipped one into my bottom. He ended up having to give me another one about an hour later, but they both didn’t work!!

So, while I was laying on the couch whining and uncomfortable, my husband offered to go to the store and get me a fleets enema. Shocked that he even knew what a fleets was, I agreed. He ran to the store, came back, put a towel on the couch and had me put my head on the couch and my butt in the air. He inserted the saline enema and emptied the contents of the bottle intoy bottom. He rubbed my back while I stayed in that position for a few minutes before he let me go to the bathroom. He ended up giving me another one just to be safe, but I felt 100 times better afterwards aside from a sore bottom.

We were watching a movie together when he reminded me that it was maintenance day and he told me that we were going to do things a little different. First, he undressed me completely, instead of just pulling down my bottoms. He then proceeded to run his hands over every square inch of my body, it gave me chills. He had me lay down on the couch with my legs towards him and he spread apart my pussy and began to look at me and touch me. He slapped my pussy and my breasts, but it didn’t hurt.  It was actually quite erotic. He had me bend over while he did the same to my ass, and then my spanking began. He only used his hand, but he turned my bottom quite red and it was very hot. Once he had finished spanking me, he sent me to the corner without my clothes. I stead of just standing there, I had to reach behind and spread myself open so he could see the most private parts of my body.

The entire evening was very humiliating, but I am certain that was the point.  He takes the best care of me and always knows how to make me feel submissive and loved. Hope I didn’t gross anyone out with this one!

My First Time: Enema

This is another account of one of my first experiences that has not happened in my relationship with my husband. I had my first experience with an enema as a small child, though the first sexual experience I had with them was when I was 17 with my boyfriend at the time.
When I was 3 I was constipated a lot. My mom told me on the way to the doctors that she had planned to tell the doctor that I hadn’t been going to the bathroom. I begged her not to because that subject was so embarrassing to me. She told the doctor anyways and her solution was to have my mother give me a fleets enema. I didn’t know what that was, but I didn’t like the sound of it. I even remember the first thought that popped into my head after the doctor said “enema” was, “which end does that go in. . .?”
That night my mother called me into the bathroom. If I remember correctly, she had to chase me around the house a bit to get me to comply. Then she read the directions to me, which said I could either lay on my side with my knee up or get on all fours. I liked the get on all fours plan better because that way my mother couldn’t see my face. I was so embarrassed by the whole situation even at 3. She put down a towel, put vaseline on the nozzle and had me get into position. She then inserted the nozzle and started squeezing the small fleets enema bottle. I immediately started to whine and complain that I had to use the bathroom. She told me she had to give me almost the entire bottle. I cried. She finally let me up to expell and she stayed in the bathroom with me while I did it. When I was finally finished I left the bathroom and went into the kitchen with a tear streaked face. My grandmother and great grandmother were in there playing cards and my grandmother said “aww, enemas aren’t fun, are they.” I was so embarrassed.

To my knowledge that was the last enema I had received before I was 17. I hated the enema I had received when I was 3 but there must have been something about it I liked because it had been a sexual fantasy of mine for a long time. I had not admitted it to anyone prior to my boyfriend at the time who admitted that he was also a fan of anal play. I’m not sure how we finally got to it, but one night he suggested giving me an enema. I was shy and embarrassed, but I agreed. His step-mom was a nurse and he had a syringe enema in his bathroom. So he filled up a big bowl with warm water, put a towel on his bed, and had me take off my pants. He gave me the majority of the water in the bowl and then let me run downstairs to use the bathroom. When I got back upstairs he asked me to give him one. This was the first and only time I had ever stuck anything up a man’s ass. It was quite out of character for me, but I felt obligated to agree. So I gave him an enema as well and then let him run to the bathroom. He gave me a few enemas after that as well, we both enjoyed it.

My First Time: Figging

Though this is not an account of something that has happened in my relationship with my husband, I would like to share a few of my firsts that got me into the things that I am today. The first time I had experienced figging I believe I was about 18 years old, perhaps a few months before. I had met a guy on the internet (I had no fear then) who was also into spanking, and different types of punishment. We talked for a while via internet and phone until one day we decided to meet. We didn’t live too far away from each other but we decided to meet in the middle in a semi-public place. We met for lunch at a pizza place. He was a bit older than me, about 25 I believe, sort of on the short side, but he wasn’t bad looking. He was intelligent, very dominant, and we seemed to hit it off pretty well.
I don’t remember what exactly it was that I was doing, but I know he had to leave at some point to go to work. I was doing something that he considered “misbehaving” and he told me that if he had to take me out to the parking lot to punish me, then he would have to punish me again, at a later date, for making him late for work. Needless to say I didn’t stop what I was doing so he had to punish me. He took me out to my car, we got in the back seat where he made me get over his lap and he spanked me bare bottomed right there in the parking lot. It hurt, but it was exactly what I had been looking for.
We said our goodbyes and agreed to get together again within the next couple weeks. We continued to talk on the phone and discussed what we wanted to do the next time we got together. Looking back I was very naive and stupid because I agreed to stay the night with him at a hotel for him to “punish me properly.” He had told me that not only was he going to spank me, but he was also going to take my temperature rectally, use ginger root on my bottom, and give me an enema. I was nervous and scared, but more than excited. He had me pick up the enema equipment and ginger root as part of my punishment. I was to tell the cashier what the enema was for to humiliate myself. The poor girl didn’t even know what an enema was and when I told her, her response was, “well at least you know what you’re looking for.” It was awful!
So we met, again about half way in the middle at a Super 8. We got the room and he immediately got down to business.
He started by pulling a chair into the middle of the room. He then took out the thermometer and placed them on the nearby table and sat down on the chair. He instructed me to come over to him. He pulled down my pants and pulled me over his lap where first took my temperature and then he spanked me until my bottom felt like it was on fire. He took my temperature once again to see how much it had gone up from the spanking. He said if it hadn’t gone up enough he would continue to spank me. I’m not sure he ever said how much it was supposed to go up but apparently it was high enough.
After that he went into the bathroom to start shaving down the ginger root to be inserted into my bottom (AKA figging). He had me standing in the corner while he did this and came out to swat my bottom a few times because I kept turning around to look at what he was doing. Then he had me kneel on the bed while he inserted the fig. He spanked my bare bottom while he had the fig in. It burned quite a bit but it kept falling out. It wasn’t a very big ginger root and he shaped it more into a wedge than a butt plug. So he kept putting it back in and finally he pushed it in too far. . .and we lost it. . .We were both very freaked out. I went to the bathroom to try to expell it, to no avail. He was going to manually remove it, but I wouldn’t let him. Instead I suggested he just give me the enema he was already planning to give me to get it out. He agreed. He prepared the enema bag with just warm water and hug it on the towel rod. He had me get on the floor on all fours while he inserted the nozzle into my bottom. I cramped up pretty badly while the water entered me. After it was done he left me to expell it in private. The fig did come out. . .
We didn’t do too much more that night. He spanked me a few more times and we messed around a bit in bed. The next morning we went to breakfast and said our goodbyes. He stopped talking to me after that. Perhaps because he got all he wanted? Perhaps because losing the fig really freaked him out? Perhaps he just wasn’t interested anymore? Not sure. But that was my first experience with figging.